The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-01-08

preferred his country to partisan tiee.
When he YVES convinced that adistinguished
officer WAS unworthy nations confidence,
he did not hesitate to incur the displeasure
OF friends and the denunciation OF enemies.
When in 1862 his friends in Illinois urged
him to leave the army and re-enter Con-
gress, he made this reply: "No, ] am to-
day a soldier OF this republic, so to remain,
changeiees and immutabie until her last
and weakest enemy shall have expired ana
passed away. | have entered the
field to die il need be, for this govern
ment, and never expect to return to
peaceful pursuits until the object OF the
war OF preservation has become a fact es-
tabiished. Should fate SO ordain it, will
esteem IT as the highest privilege just dis
penser can award, To shed the last drop of
blood in my veins for the honor OF that
flag whose embiems are Justice, liberty and
truth, and which has been, and as | hum
bly, trust in God ever will be for the right
Oh, brave and unselfish soul, how thou
hast been misunderstood, misiudged and
misrepresented, detained and wronged by
those who to-day are the benefciaries OF
thy noble lie. These defamations wound
ed his proud and sensitive spirit. II he
seemed to take aflront when assailed in de-
bate, it was for the cause he represented
and not from personal pride.
There were times when his ardent tenn
perament mastered his self-controi. He
was a sensitive, high-spirifed, chivalric
soul. He had pride OF character and pow
er OF passion. He knew his power, but he
was
STRANGER TO VANITY.
His passionate nature was intense. His
emotional being resembled the ocean. The
passions of love, Joy, hope desire, grief,
hatred and anger were strong to him. He
could love like woman, sport like child,
hope like sailor. His grief was in
tense, his hatred inveterate. His anger
burned like mountain ON fire. He
alterneted between profound calms and
furious storms. His calms were like en-
powered lakes, their placid bosoms mirror
ing the overha1gng foliage OF the grassy
banks. His agitations were like mountain
torrents, leaping, dashing, laundering
down their rugged courses sweeping all be-
lore them. When composed, the ocean OF his
emotions was so placid that little child
might sail its fragile boat thereon; but
when agitated the great deep was troubled,
the heavens growled, thunder answered
thunder. The ethereal fires cleaned and
burned, wave mounted wave, and whole
armame1ts were scattered before the fury
OF the storm. This is the key to the
warmth OF his friendship, and the bitter
ness of his enmity.
He had an honorable ambition, but it
was above corruption and intrigue. In his
manliness he did not hesitate to proclaim
his desire, nor disguise his noble aspira-
tions.
From his very nature he became the sol.
dier's friend. It was bis tenderness Of nat
ure that made him the friend ofevery soldier
in the war. In piping times OF peace we
forget those who fought for US. Not so
with Logan. He carried the years OF the
war through each reeeding decade and lived
amongi its stirring mem ories. He maintaiged
close relations with the veterans. Thrice
he was elected commanderin-ch of the
Grand Army OF the Republic. AS chair
man OF the committee on military affairs
he was in a position OF power. To-day
OF the Republic, from 5000 posts, feel
that they have lost friend. To-day
622, 900 pensioners bless his memory. To
day the 10000 widows and orphans
breathe prayer to Heaven for the peace
OF hie soul. To-day the spirits of 35O, 600
patriot soldiers slain in the war gather
around the great soul OF Logan and thank
him that on each returning Both of
May their graves are not forgotten
but are covered with flowers. The
designation OF that day for memorial
service was suggested by Logan, and he
was won't TO say: ut was The proudest
act of my hie." And, to day, could the
350,0 patriotic dead rise from their
graves, each with q memorial flower in his
hand. there would rise q floral mountain
to the skies, the pt rune OF which would
ascend in gratitude to the God OF 1attles.
Logan deserved such ~ ountain of flowers.
he himself is a martyr OF liberty. Let me
show those five scars OF the wounds he re-
ceived in battle for the love OF his country.
But would you know him in his power,
estate, happiness, tenderness and affec-
tion
AS HUSBAND AND FATHER,
go to his home, where purity, peace and
love reisned supreme. There his inrer life
viii be displayed without res traint. There
vas his retreat from the vexatious cares 0 (
public life. There was welded love of
thirty -one happy years. She Of his youth
ful pride and choice was his supreme and
constant delight. He was her tower OF
strength; she was the JOY OF his soul. He
was her honorable pride she the confidant
OF his secret thoughts. He was faithful to
his bridal VOWS; she reciprocated his undi-
vided love. Such a home was the dream
OF his life. Upon the western hills that
overlook our national capital he found
that sweet, sweet home, where he had hoped
to spend yet many happy year, and with
Goldsmith sang:
In all my wanderings round this world of care.
In all my grefs, and God has given me my share,
| still had hopes my latest hours to crown.
Amid those humble bowers 10 lay me down,
To husband out lifes taper to its close,
And keep the fame from wasting by repose.
Around my fire an evening group TO draw,
Ana tell OF all ] felt and all saw,
And az hare whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants 10 the place from whence at first he flew,
| still had hopes, my long vacations past.
Here 10 return and die at home at last.
To which would add;
But no mora for him the blazing hearth shall
burn,
Nor busy housewife plan her evening care,
Nor children lisp loving sire's return,
Nor climb his knee the envied kiss to share.
Bluff, steady, honest, Logan was a Chris
tian in faith and practice. Here is his
Bible which he read with daily care. Sin
cere and humble he accepted Christ as his
personal savior. When / gave him the
sacrament of the Lords Supper, too
humble in spirit 10 kneel on the
cushion around the altar, he knelt on the
carpet, and with his precious wife by his
side, received the tokens OF a Savior's love.
His manly brow shone like polished marble,
for he felt that he was in the presence OF
the searcher OF all hearts. It was his last
sacrament on earth.
Standing by the tomb of Grant on last
memorial day, he delivered an ora ation on
immortality. In that glorious hope he
died. He has joined his comrades in the
skies. He has answered to the morning
call OF eternal life.